Im putting my feet up with a sigh of relief tonight. Its been a long and somewhat difficult day, and Im welcoming the opportunity to enjoy the quiet of the evening. I have a cup of lavender scented Earl Grey tea on the bedside table beside me, and a Robert Parker Spencer mystery waiting to be read. The house is quiet - no TV or radio - and I can hear the clock ticking in the living room. Traffic rushes by below my window, pausing as the lights change. Every once in a while an impatient motorist honks their horn when someone lingers too long at the green and then they all roar off again. Above the traffic noise I can hear the thin scree-scree of two eagles passing overhead. Theyre winging towards the estuary where theyll rest for the night, then watch for prey from the tops of craggy, ancient maple trees in the morning. A vee of geese are flying past, headed in the other direction, honking noisily as they go The low angled light of the setting sun illuminates them from beneath, painting their feathers glowing gold as they wing their way towards the marshlands and green fields in the middle of the valley. The evening breeze blows in, stirring papers on my desk and offering a breath of coolness to rooms still warm from the heat of afternoon. It carries with it the scent of steak and charcoal as someone grills a late supper down the street: the perfume of summertime, bringing with it memories of summer cook outs, family gatherings, and childhood camping trips. I can follow those memories down countless winding roads, each leading to a picture as perfect and timeless as my heart cares to make it and, in those travels, put the cares of the day away once more, gathering to me the sweet composition of happy dreams. And so I bid you all good night, thank you for your company and conversation today, and wish you a restful night in which to weave memories into sweet dreams of your own. Sleep well.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 04:02:14 +0000
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